Dear diary

Day two of my trip through the woods and I am still stuck with the young man who calls himself Tommy.  After I throw a few stones at him, he wakes up and I tell him to go for a dingo's breakfast, that is, a piss and a look around. After inspecting the truck, we head off to Archer River roadhouse. Luckily, the roads are still permenantly blighted, meaning that the dry has not ended yet.

At the roadhouse,  "feral cheryl" cooked  me the usual :D. I am a celebrity around here as only I send fuel to these parts. However, when they heard that I was going to the top, Glen, the roadhouse manager, told me that I was taking a big risk, going up 3 weeks too late.Cheryl then again made me tell my five- day ordeal being stranded in the bush. Ahhh, I remember the good old days, when I needed to throw out crab pots to catch food and  drove out on my own log road. That was fun although dangerous. I almost got eaten by a croc! But my gut saved me!

I called home and got assaulted by a female crocodile!My wife did me in for spending too much $$ on booze. I mean, sheesh, what can a man do to drink without geting scolding !!

We once again continued on our journey to the top, the young bloke said that it was a "painful experience". Suddenly, the rear air breaks lock up, but I managed to fix it up reasonably. But the pain did not stop there. We ran into a section of rocks too fast and the truck went out of control! I sworeXD, and struggled for grip.

I get my grip, but lost alot of truck parts. Well, you know the rest. Now I am ONCE AGAIN stuck in the wilderness with a guy and his camera. I swear at the roads and go to sleep. Good night!